Introducing... the Princess

Did you watch the Royal wedding? I didn't get up to watch it at 3:00am, but I am watching those re-runs and re-caps and all that. I think there's something almost magical about the Royal Wedding. The guests arrived, the groom, and Prince Harry, took their places, and then, the beautiful Bride. There she is, the soon to be Princess Kate, stunning. The dress, the cake, the church, everything was beautiful. Today, a common girl became a Princess. Maybe she dreamed of being a princess when she got older, like most little girls. There she was, before just a regular girl, now a Princess. The world watched as Kate Middleton became Princess Kate. There has to be something special about her if the whole world watched her wedding. There has to be something magical and captivating and beautiful. Today, Kate became a Princess. She became a wife. I can only imagine that moment, when the whole world was watching her, and she was watching her groom. A real life fairytale. Or we would like to think so. She get's it all, the Prince sweeping her off her feet, every little girl's dream. Does that mean there's no luck for everyone else? Who won't marry princes and live in castles and become princesses? And then I realize. I am a Princess. Maybe I don't get to wear a crown or have a royal wedding, but I am a Princess. I am God's Princess, His Beautiful Bride. To Him, I am stunning. I am the One He can't help but marvel over. I am His, and one day, I will go and live in the castle. Like Cinderella, I will be taken away and live with my King. So I started out as a commoner. I started out as just another girl. Then my Prince came and won my heart and I became something more, a Princess. I may not get the crown or a royal wedding or a horse drawn carriage, but I am a Princess. Just a simple girl, falling in love with a Prince and becoming... A Princess

All that is bitter and sweet

Today, I was sitting down to do school. a normal occurance in a day of the life of me. So I picked up my math book, and after spending nearly 10 minutes trying to figure out this stupid thing, I decided to consult the answer key. I don't normally do this, but today's problems were really tough, and sometimes just looking at the answer key and seeing how they did a problem helps me figure it out too. So I was looking at the answer key. and I sort of got it. But After about 6 of these dumb problems, I realized my blood sugar was dropping. Good reason to stop math? I think so. I finished up the page and shut the book, going on to make myself a bagel. SO... Here's what I think. I shouldn't have to do anymore of this math if it makes my blood sugars go low. I know it's a shot in the dark, and I probably won't stop, but it sounds good at the moment. Once I get it, I actually like it. It's the learning part that's hard. And I think my math book could explain it better. Or at least use those little cartoon picture things. Yeah, it's safe to say math was not my friend today. Sometimes it is, but today, it was not.
But... what I am thankful for today...

• Missions team meeting tonight!!!


• Today, at coffee break, I spent the morning spoiling little girls. A great start to any day


• Hiding Easter eggs, a cheap thrill


• Yummy food


• Getting music that is, supposedly, going to make me smarter (see if it works)


• Great friends that make me happy


• Now, relaxing. What's that saying about all work and no play? Well, this is the play part :)

Have an amazingly wonderful rest of the day, and don't forget to smile (Even if you are faced with evil math books that are out to get you)

My New Dream

Over the years, there have been so many things I've wanted to be. A Nurse, a pharmasist, a marine biologist, a dolphin trainer, an author, a journalist, the list goes on. But I've always known I wanted to do something that helped people, that touched their lives and made them better. I've always wanted to touch the broken and bring healing, I just didn't know how I was supposed to do that. Then it came to me. I was laying on the floor, like I usually do when I want to think, just stretched out and staring up at the white ceiling. And then it was there, just a tiny voice, whispering, surgery. Pediatric Cardiothorasic Surgery. It was a crazy thought, just a passing notion, but it was there none the less. Pediatric Surgery. One career path that had never crossed my mind. So I took the whisper and put it into the back of my mind, moving on to other things. Every time I thought about it, I got that feeling. Bubbly, like soda spilling over the top, excited, happy, passionate, determined, and I felt peace. Somehow that passing thought became my new dream. It became what I wanted with every part of me. All the other plans I had for my life took a back seat. I *knew* that this was what I wanted to do. Surgery. It still sounds crazy. But when I think of it, I get that feeling, and I want it. *THAT* is what I want to be. I know I'm still young. I know it's a lot of work. I know. But then there's the whisper. You can do this. Maybe this is where you're supposed to be, this is what you're supposed to do. You can do this. Don't give up. I know things will change. But then there's that whisper, that peace, that feeling. and I know I can. If I want this, if I truely want this, I can. I can do this, because I can do anything, in Christ who gives me strength.
I don't know where the future will take me. But I know I can. I know that if this is really where I'm supposed to be, I'll end up there. It won't be easy. I don't need easy, I just need possible.
So here I am, considering this thought. Chasing after this idea that has become my new dream. It's my new dream. And I can. Because I can do all things in Christ who gives me strength.

Just a new post and a quote

So Sometimes I'll go to my blog and look at the last post I wrote, and it annoys me. Don't ask me why, it just does. I hate seeing the same thing for so long. It just really get's on my nerves. I can't stand not having a new post. So here's a new post, just so I can relax and not be so annoyed when I look at my blog home page.

"Don’t let anyone make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want"

Good Friday

Best Friend Promises

Just finished having a 'virtual coffee time' with my best friend. It was good talking. And I didn't realize how much I missed her until we started talking. Now I wish she was here so we could really talk. We talked about the future, and how time goes by so fast. We've known each other since Kindergarten. and now we're in high school. Thinking about college and getting married and starting our own families. Somewhere along the line we grew up? When did that happen? I'm lucky to have a best friend like her. It was funny how, even though we're so far apart, we were thinking about some of the very same things. We're not little girls anymore, being there and dreaming of now. we're here, and somehow it's not like we imagined. Our conversations aren't about those little girl things anymore. they're about college and marriage and families and growing up and those days when we were little without a care in the world. When did that change? Life is an awfully cold place to not have a best friend. and I'm honored and blessed to have a best friend like mine. You're making me cry now, Cai, good job! :) Things changed and we both grew up. And somehow we're still connected. Our conversations have changed and we're taller, but we're still the same forever friends. Thanks, Cai, for being my best friend. Life would be awfully lonely without you. You get me. We're connected. And throughout the years, we've managed to stay that way. You're my best friend, and I hope it stays that way. As we grow up and really do go to college and get married and have our own families. I hope we always stay connected at the heart.

Almost Wordless Wednesday

I was looking for a picture for this Wednesday having to do with Easter. I typed the word Easter into my search bar, clicked images, and watched as pictures of bunnies and easter eggs filled my screen. To find this picture, and any picture of the cross, I clicked on religious easter. Have we really lost the true meaning of Easter?